doesn't matter, however—he has got so many others. His views don't hurt any one as far as I can see; they certainly don't hurt himself. And if there were to be a revolution, he would come off very easily; they wouldn't touch him, they would leave him as he is; he is too much liked."
"Ah, he couldn't be a martyr even if he wished!" Isabel exclaimed. "That's a very poor position."
"He will never be a martyr unless you make him one," said the old man.
Isabel shook her head; there might have been something laughable in the fact that she did it with a touch of sadness.
"I shall never make any one a martyr."
"You will never be one, I hope."
"I hope not. But you don't pity Lord Warburton, then, as Ralph does?"
Her uncle looked at her a while, with genial acuteness.
"Yes, I do, after all!"
